Page 6 - Blank Bird 250620

That night, Lola left the blank bird poked in a jam jar on her window sill. Next day she woke up very early, when it was first light. The window was open a bit and she could hear all the birds cheep-cheeping outside in Mrs Brady’s lilac tree next door. There was her blank bird, like it was looking out of the window. Lola shut her eyes again and dozed off.
The blank bird looked out at the flutter of sparrows in the garden. They kept flying from bush to shed to fence and back to bush, cheeping their heads off just ‘cause they felt like it. The blank bird watched. Then, little by little, her wings began to twitch. And her throat began to cheep. Then one of the sparrows must have noticed because he flew up to the edge of the open window.
“Come on!” he cheeped.
“I can’t,” cheeped the blank bird, so the sparrow flew down and started pecking at where she was attached to the stick.
“Come on, come on,” until suddenly...